36 days till Halloween [Video/Action for Breeding Center]
[What? Why, NO, you can't use the livingroom.]
[There's a Jack in it.]
[A rather distressed Jack. He's sitting on the center of the rug surrounded by open movie rental boxes and sorting through them like a mad man. The remote sits off to the side and the flatscreen is playing credits from the last disaster he's pre-screened. Some cornsyrup happy gorefest called Crockagnaw 2. Jack doesn't look well. There are dark circles under his eyes (even more so...considering he's like...a dead guy) and his hair isn't tied back. It is fucking EVERYWHERE. He's punching away furiously at his 'gear and broadcasting his findings.]
Can ANYONE out there reccommend me a good horror movie? I've watched over thirty eight and they all SUCK. [Thanks again, Barney, for teaching him that word.] Come on, Johto! You're killing me! Flying Type? Honestly?
[He holds up a sun-faded box with an ominous Pidgeotto silhouetted against a rooftop on the cover.]
I admit, Used Revive had potential but....hhhhhhhgggggghh!
[He gives in and flops backwards, giving the 'gear a good shot of the ceiling light fixture.]
This movie night is going to be a disaster. I know it. It's not going to be a horror fest. It'll be a comedy show.
[WOE.]
[There's a Jack in it.]
[A rather distressed Jack. He's sitting on the center of the rug surrounded by open movie rental boxes and sorting through them like a mad man. The remote sits off to the side and the flatscreen is playing credits from the last disaster he's pre-screened. Some cornsyrup happy gorefest called Crockagnaw 2. Jack doesn't look well. There are dark circles under his eyes (even more so...considering he's like...a dead guy) and his hair isn't tied back. It is fucking EVERYWHERE. He's punching away furiously at his 'gear and broadcasting his findings.]
Can ANYONE out there reccommend me a good horror movie? I've watched over thirty eight and they all SUCK. [Thanks again, Barney, for teaching him that word.] Come on, Johto! You're killing me! Flying Type? Honestly?
[He holds up a sun-faded box with an ominous Pidgeotto silhouetted against a rooftop on the cover.]
I admit, Used Revive had potential but....hhhhhhhgggggghh!
[He gives in and flops backwards, giving the 'gear a good shot of the ceiling light fixture.]
This movie night is going to be a disaster. I know it. It's not going to be a horror fest. It'll be a comedy show.
[WOE.]